I like to think that in general, I am a nice person, but there is one person time and time again who gets the brunt of your shitty attitude (especially when PMSing!) and that's you. I'm not sure why I obsess over how I talk to other people but yet have no filter when it comes to criticizing the way you look, your job, your weight, and more. But it has to stop, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I make you think you need to be a perfect wife 100% of the time and that anything else is unacceptable. Ian loves you the way you are, faults and all, and while you should strive to be the best you can be, you never need to think he will leave if you make a sarcastic comment or have a bad day. Because you know you do the same for him.
I'm sorry for constantly comparing your life to other people's lives, because really, what is the point? Yes, some of your friends might have cooler jobs than you do. Some people might travel more or have more money, but you know what? It's not worth wasting your time trying to wish your life was any different than it is. Because your life is pretty damn good.
I'm sorry that I get you down when your jeans fit a little too tight. Sure, you could eat less chocolate and cookies at times, but for the most part you eat healthy and you have been making an effort to be more active. It's always good to have goals to work towards, but it's OK to not fit into your pre-wedding shorts and swimsuits. It really is.
I'm also sorry for trying to flat iron your pretty curls to a crisp. You should embrace your curls, frizz and all, because they make you unique.
You are a great, talented, and fun person who isn't perfect (but sure can rock a two dollar top from Goodwill like nobody's business), and that's OK. I'm sorry for being your worst critic and I promise to try and do better.